Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Oh gads today I got some photos sent to me of my riding in
great gloriously rolled detail. Somebody's been eating well this holiday and
her name rhymes with Mrs. Off breed.

I bake cookies like everyday right now like some kind of
crazy cookie monster who doesn’t have to ever ever fit inside of her jeans
again? Let alone her brand new jean full seat breaches.

Blachhhh! Someone teach me how be finicky… Please? I want to whine and send things back at resteraunts. I want to pick at my meal and have people beg me to "Woulja just eat something skinny!"

Ah well back to running and pilates!

Once in a while I just want my dressage area of my brain to
shut off so I can be girly for a while and simple minded for a minute.

I never hack out anymore. I never just go to ride but I DO
enjoy myself a lot! But there is life in the saddle and then that other life in
between that is only getting in the way of saddle time. I enjoy my family of
course and love them dearly, but aside from them I get x amount of minutes for
mommy self time. Its either spent on horses or horses for the most part but
some days a gal just needs a break from everything EVEN SOMETHING SHE LOVES!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

I have ridden him about 5 rides and they have varied from extra interesting to cant steer to a bit of bolting away in canter since he doesnt like the left lead to surprise surprise this boyo has some moves in him!

Very green, but has been hacked around on the trails so has some miles under his belt. Just dont ask for circles or steering!
He doesnt gait and he can trot with actually nice regularity.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

So I totally forgot to talk about some things I have learned along the way and so instead of doing it all in one post Ill talk a bit about each gait.

I have been smurfing along and rubbing shoulders with GP riders to try and steal some of their "ways" and though it doesnt magically make me wake up a female Edward Gal (Or a male Anky??) I have learned quite a bit!

Basics basics basics.

I go read about people hob nobbing (sp?) with those who get hob nobbed on and all I see are... Good. Solid. Basics.

Lack of fear of new things and hard things but in small bites, but really, essentially, boring smoring basics perfected.

Leg yeild seems to the be the current old new and yes even at canter.

But wait! Wont their legs tangle up and everyone die? Small bits and bites my cool reading friend. Tiny ones. Personally at canter I like to do it at a walk or trot first before canter to make sure all coordination is good and they are supple enough anyway.

Then once I am cantering I like to just use it a tiny bit like if Im at the rail and could inch a bit closer to start.

Of course spiral in and out using it a bit there on a circle.

Then after they show ability with this I will at a later point do a very straight canter asking for them to move laterally yes :)

These pics dont show any lateral just canter to share but that is one tidbit at this gait that Ive learned recently to use in my tool belt. Ill try to put more each time I think about as I go!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sooooooo I always have some fad diet or some new workout I’m
trying, because conventional things like denying myself cookies (which I’m
eating some right now) and just doing basics like walking and jumping jacks don’t
seem to cut it with me.

So I tried Pilates last night. Oh, no, not just any Pilates
where you lay on the floor and have to hold different painful positions that
have you checking your bday date to make sure you actually are not 90 years old
because you must be if the gal on the screen can keep her leg in that position….
I call this the cat cleaning itself position, anyway if the gal is holding that
position and not only are you NOT able to do it you are also very much
obviously doing something else entirely. You cant even fake it…. Not even
close.

No. I did the resistance Pilates
with the stretchy thing should come with a date on it of expiration because I
swear after too many stretches it WILL break and honest to goodness its going
to happen when I’m in the worst position ever, with my eye lined up directly
with its trajectory.

Have I told you that I am clumsy
yet? Oh, well, let me just be sure you realize just how clumsy. Ive literally
stepped into not one, two , but THREE items on my floor that COULD be stepped
into since having a daughter. Oh well that happens you say. Not at the same
time. Foot goes into little tiny wagon, I jump hop and trip into another foot
into a box, the one in the wagon leaves the sliding plastic vehicle of death
and steps into the play box. Imagine the stupidest stunt on a comedy you have
seen? That was me. Only I was dead serious, and probably on my iphone.

My husband tells me all of the
time I’m clumsy. Like whenever I’m carrying something fragile he says, “Are you
sure about that?”

Anyway I simply cant tell you how
stupid it was of an idea to give a clumsy person a stretchy thing and have her
pull and wrap and pull it and supposedly try to do it all with a certain amount
of grace. I looked like a bear that had just left hibernation and stepped into
a trap.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Have you ever just felt like the Holidays are going to suck the life out of your riding but its a really nice break?

Honestly I have been riding and working on my riding and reading up on my riding and posting on the boards about my riding and buying new stuff for my riding and dreaming about my riding and then well it is Thanksgiving/Christmas/New year and repeat, buuuu--- uuuut this year I just feel like taking some time to do the dang thing. Yep. Meals and all, tree and decor.

Seriously, this has nothing to do with my new status as a mother ( eye roll ). No really. Okay maybe a little teeny tiny stocking at the end of my non-existing-military issued imaginary chimney has something to do with it.

Instead, this year, I put the brakes on the whole rush towards I dunno what and decided it was time for a little break :)

If it goes anything like my riding I will have to take a few lessons in turkey basting, and probably forget to drop my heels while baking santas cookies.

Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sleigh? Is he behind the verticle you ask?

Be happy if he has a bridle that fits I reply.

And just what in the North Pole is a jingle horse? (giddyup jingle horse pick up your feet)

Speaking of picking up your feet have you been on the boards lately? All of that new stuff going on there!? JUUUST kidding. Its still right were you left it mid mud slinging at anyone who can actually ride the jingle into their horses vs the shuffle into their buffalo.

So I have a new vid even if it is a bit choppy. My camera gal was too busy to really do it in the end and had to deal with kidlets.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

After a fried onion and a baked chicken I ate myself full
enough to start thinking too deeply for any good to come of it.

I started to think about what it I would actually do with
all of this useless knowledge about leg yields and transitions if I ever
decided to give up on my riding endeavors.

At three thousand visits someone has to be reading this so I
ask this of you. Imagine if I decided to give my career the attention it
deserves and I climbed the ladder up to the big high rises where I picture a
far more likable boss. I’m crossing the
road fully dressed the part (I picture myself very thin in this scene), and as
I go to step across the lines in the roadway suddenly I see a cavetti and feel
that bounce the horse gives going over those manmade hazards (albeit effective)
that they are.

Would it all be worth it? Naaah.

I imagine that there a quite a few people
overseas reading these and thinking, “Oh that fattish American, how can she
ride in that unfashionable riding attire and crooked helmet?”

Well the boots are on order for the second time… So there.

Now onto business. I’ve been training with a new trainer for
a couple of months. She is German and like a real German from Germany unlike my
half breed German self that only really means I have big bones, feet, and have
a forehead that just keeps going.

My seat is getting the overhaul it needs, and we are working
towards some real sitting trot this round… Instead of that bouncing awful
forcing it to work sitting trot that I was doing before.

Things are looking up. Really up and I don’t have much else
to say. I want to wait to do an updated vid because honestly we are in that in
between stage where I hate everything I tape because I know better.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

We all know the Olympics brings out the patriot in all of use right? Right?Well not really... There are plenty of woman who have the brain of a bathroom stall handwritten message to that (beep) Jessica. I know at times the green monster has made me think things, even say things that I am not proud of.... But you do grow out of these things (we hope), or at least we do grow out of being unable to stop continue to dig our grave after we notice everyone else in the room has stopped eating, or maybe even have lost their appetites over your tirade about how you could do it SOOO much better and just what is everyone including the judges, venue coordinater, spokes person, contenders, audience, that guy that cleans out the porta potty smoking because the sport that you once loved (50 years ago or even 5 minutes before you started your last period), is now completely abusive, impracticle (like thats ever changed) and just. plain. wrong.

My final thought of the day is to go ahead and get those flying monkeys and put THEM in fluffy's stall MKAY? Cause you've elevated to witch while the rest of us still wanna see the best go against the best and dream lollypop dreams of ever getting "there" so you can hate us too ;)

Some updated shots of my pony!

Hopefully Ill have some new horses to add to the roster... I recently got to ride some pretty awesome Connemaras and we have a Percheron coming in YAY!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Since the hubby has come home we have caught up on eating in a big way !

Anyway I do believe that the picture above is NOT a rider sizing up his competition, but rather one who is trying to see where everybody is at???

I feel like dressage SHOULD be like this. See those horses to the rear? Pretend they are the 100 billion dollar FEI perfect pony owners. You can A. Focus so much on that, that you get left in the starting gate. B. Focus enough on it so that you get left behind. Or you CAN do what the great Big Red did and run your own race!

All about that these days.

I promised I would ride what could be ridden and a LOVELY addition to my blog was Bella. A mare trained by her teenage owner primarily, and mostly in western disciplines. We did a video of her first ride EVER in dressage and left in UNCUT for your enjoyment.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

There is a point in dressage where no matter how well you
ride, or how lovely your horse is you will wonder if you will make it through
the session without hitting the dirt, and even more so THAT other point will come
where you think that maybe it would be better if the broncing began, and the
dirt eating commenced, at least you would have had a ride end badly because
you couldn’t stay on the 8 seconds rather than everyone including your horse,
the trainer, that guy cutting the grass, but even more importantly yourself realize
that you had no clue what you were doing, have no clue what you are doing, and
probably for a long while WON’T have a clue what you are doing and so you
really ended on a “What now?” kind of note.

Later while
re-riding in your dreams and grinding your teeth into your pillow you will wake
up for that midnight summers eve pee to simplify it all into one very dreaded
thing…“Your seat needs lots, lots, and
lots of work.”

If you have hit that
point, or are at that point, or have been at that point, or even if are currently in
the mad house BECAUSE of that point then we are all on the same page… And I
truly believe that NOW is where dressage truly begins.

We can only hope our horse survives the journey!

My sabbatical from blogging has been because I have been on
the high and low crazy train and assuming that we were just ZOOMING along with our
final act before my next blog a shock and awe where I report my amazing climb
to whatever it is we were climbing to… Instead it actually has been a slippery
slope full of suddenly realizing I am in new territory with the horse and
without a trainer. VERY quickly I resolved to figure it out… Very quickly we
started doing lovely work and new stuff… BUT once it became not so new and we needed to make it consistent… ( crickets )

Can you say beginners luck rubs
off really fast when you are bouncing on an animal the size of a mini-coopers
back ten times real fast?

Try it.

I’ll wait.

You see doing a new movement once, twice, even a few days
worth is usually okay because you put your best foot forward and the horse is
usually still willing…. "Alright crazy 5.30 pm lady who is always in a hurry I'll try it .. What the hay!" BUT once they figure it is a little easier to be
crooked in that there shoulder in, and a little quick and flat at that there
lengthening, and maybe just maybe lots of breaking and lots and lots of ignoring
half halts is the way to go because you really have no leg do you DO YOU? TA TA
TADA! You now are not realizing what kind of things you are ANTI-training. Dun
dun DUUUUUUUN… Phantom of the opera music because the twist on this
post-apocalyptic horror show is that YOU are the ANTI-TRAINER!

I will post some of the older videos just to update, but
remember this is post-anti-dressage where I taught some movements, got them
pretty solid, and then proceeded undo all of the other things in the course of
a week… Or two… Or three.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

So before we get down to the actual riding I had a stalker for like a whole day!

Yep :D

Long story short er… Well actually long story long… A discussion was going on about yet another drug in Hunter land that USEF has jumped on but really unable to test for immediately, and I decided that a petition should be put together for the judges to review their pinning SOME of the slowest fattest most un-athletic animals you have ever seen a junior rider spur spur spur around the arena at half mast.

Yes I know there are some great horses… Yada yada yada, and I absolutely love lots of the top Hunters, but I am more attracted to the flashy sassy lookin ones… So that is that.

My last hunter ended up going onto to be a childrens hunter and when I went to visit her at the BNT she was HUGE fat and incredibly unsound due to the current “trends”.

People think this is a dressage vs. hunter thing but I have only done dressage a few short (maybe 5) years, and don’t get me started on THOSE issues.

I can go on and on about Arab, Hunters, AQHA, APHA, APHC, Dressage, and just about any other sport being that I have been a member and owner/shower of all of it…. Well most all of it…. No eventing, or racing so… There is that.

I enjoy dressage currently… But my loyalty is with horses in general. Sue me.

I won’t go into my personal experience with horses being drugged, and I really, really don’t feel like sharing why it bothers me so much… (not incriminating no, but enough to make me nauseous for being younger and not really saying as much as my now older and wiser (or more unable to mind my own darn businessesier) self would have done)

Since I have done contentions for property claims and injuries that would translate over easily to petitions, right? Er… sure.

Are people really drugging that much you ask? Well personal experiences aside the USEF felt it was an issue enough to address it by name (Carolina Gold).

I am absolutely not a lawyer, and I think my IQ is fairly average maybe lower, but if it got people talking about better ways to get away from the drugging… So be it. If one owner rethought their trainer’s push to drug… Great! It could take off and end up with 1000 signatures or flop at about 50 maybe even less (which it is at about 30 right now I think…)

If it went absolutely nowhere and my non-english speaking 4th cousin was the only one to sign accidentally and send me a message that said, “Ohh is no bueno this thing about the horses on drugs? What drugs are they on? You know Alfredo started the pot?” It would be no big deal. I would have tried… Hence petitions just being that “a formal written request” … Some are just floating messages and rants that people typed when they were tired, weary, and maybe even a little drunk (shifty eyes) ;D

But 30 (so far) people agreeing with anything in the horse world is a miracle in my opinion.

So back to the stalker…. Ellen something or other… I’ll call her Ellen Notsogenerous. She quickly starts attacking my lead of the “charge”. Charge is a big word. Charge makes me think of Braveheart…

I was thinking more like first time amateur petition attempt for the purpose of feeling like maybe just maybe I did my part, but okay. She began to ask me if I was listening to the forums and making assumptions… If you know me at all you are laughing right. About… Now. I often feel like the forums have nothing but three caged loons with an infinite amount of email addresses… Why three? Because three disciplines duh…

Either that or one with multiple personalities, but the idea that anything said on there is taken into my truth and fact chamber is a bit… Um silly milly billy nilly if you willy.

Anyway, after me basically saying, nice to know, move on … Um ya, it’s a petition and you obviously don’t have to sign it… Well (checks watch) we all have more things to fill out the day I hope… She then came to my blog (thanks for the traffic!) and then proceeded to tell me some would say my riding was worse then drugs…

EEEEERRRTTTT! That was my attempt at a car brakes sound.

So, let me get this right Mrs. Notsogenerous… Can I call you Elly? Okay, Elly, so in your estimation my ammy riding in a regular snaffle on my TB in a saddle I spent eons looking for to make sure it fit, without spurs or whip (just not using any right now currently, but still) is more abusive then an inhibitor injected into the veins of a horse 13 minutes before being spurred by his probably not very good ammy rider (she needed drugs right?) towards a 3-4 ft fence without its full senses?

My answer?

Delete!

This is not coth, and it is sure as helky helk helk not a public forum. It is MY little crazy world where I will take almost anything but more insanity then even I myself can dish out… And that is quite the load madear!

Sell your crazy elsewhere… If you have read my blog even a little you will see we are all stocked up here!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I am sooo behind… I have two videos… And a partridge in a pear tree… But this below was started a while ago so…

BC

Before camera…

fade backwards in time...

The rain is driving me to insanity! The boards are boring because they are more normal than usual and the crazier folk who take up about 40% of my entertainment quota are probably in the nice sunny weather riding their dang horses…

I committed cotherside recently it’s a form of forum suicide… I do this regularly so no need for counseling sites to be posted.

Anywho, it started with this lovely video

Edward Gal the former rider of Totilas… Riding Romanov and up and comer :)

Of course it was posted as a “look at this lovely ride” post but then quickly slinked in the tittering meanderers…

Tisk tisk tisk, you think THAT is lovely? He is being ruined, and the tail tells a story, and the hooves are not nearly as shiney whenever Edward rides him, sniff, sniff, oh please someone tell me when did this flingy footed circus movement become popular? Anyone? The old days were soooo (fill in the blank), the klapsical book on my desk says, (mutter mutter mutter)…

I still dunno why I have to argue with anyone when I call Edward the top rider in the world… His highest scores ever says so and any other sport has no trouble calling a spade a spade even if they don’t like the team, player, sponsors, the sport itself…

But, whatev.

So after the picking and pecking had gone on long enough to make me start to get a little batty I posted this:

Its entirely incredible!

The same folks who will tell you how simple it is to ride GP and how most of the top riders are doing it wrong, will also come on here and mystify the new dressage rider into believing that there is a majical way to do even the basics and how incredibly difficult the lower levels are... Its not easy... But it is just horse riding for goodness.

Simple horse riding turns into a mythological thing where you need a Pegasus to perform a leg yield.

It takes years in cothland to develop a horse for simple contact... YEARS and YEARS if they are below the age of ohhh I dunno 8...

No matter that the Europeans ride a horse in light contact from the first ride... Here you MUST jog around with loose reins and then build up towards the moment where you can touch your horses face like you are losing yours and your horses contact virginity... Having trouble? You must not be majical enough.

If your horse is refusing to go forward? He must be made for jumpers... Don't bring your dressage hating prejudice horse here! Dressage and forward are synonymous don't you know! And no other discipline needs proper training like we do.

No matter that he wasn't even doing training level.. He MUST need a job change because he must have sniffed out it was that ole nutty dressage riding he'd heard about and he wants NONE of it and 'knows" that when you take the slightest bit of rein up... That that leads to collection.. He says no thank you because he needs to jump or be a trail horse. Yes send your well bred purpose horse to do trails because it wouldnt be that he needs a new trainer/rider/owner/alfalfa flake...

Edward Gal? He must need lessons from me about connection... In about 20 years he can then do a piaffe... From the ground with a baroque pony and I'll finally be able to afford his clinic when he comes to town.

Rant over...

So I think it boils down to this… I call it the “Anky Spanky” The average rider disillusioned and attempting to make a social dressage knowledge climb because of the dirt found on various top riders (being that we are in a mobile video age) that otherwise would have remained buried deep. Good and bad in some cases.

I am a horse fan plain and simple. If you are hurting a horse and I am there to see it I will most likely roll my neck around and holler in that order, however I am not entirely sure that the aforementioned rider is exactly putting the choke hold on her horses as often as is assumed… I reserve my judgment.

Anywho, the Anky Spanky is an era where people feel that finding ‘fault’ with top riders somehow licenses THEM to not only comment on the abuse, or unfortunate training methods, BUT ALSO every other bit of dressage riding under the sun… BAR NONE!

Who cares if we are ammy riders still doing the 20-ish oblong meter cirle sorta square… We now suddenly can advise on Grand Prix work!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

I have been trying so hard to get a nickname for this new guy… But they grow on me so it will take a few more rides I think before I can give Comanche a name like the Red Bullets JI just keep seeing the above when I say Comanche so I am sure it will be replaced by some catchy nickname of his cuter faults haha :D

If my blog is going to have different breeds it should only be right that I start the hopping on um… Different breeds.

Enter the Quarter horse!

Weird... Not Quarter of a horse, the QUARTER HORSE! Runs a Quarter of a mile super fast,...

See

Now when looking at AQH’s to try for my blog experience I really wanted to stay away from the obvious crossovers. A friend of mine breeds these giant Quarter horses that have sires jumping 4ft and leading the dressage points for their breed each year… Have been inspected and registered by American Warmblood and on and on.

In reality this

Even though is by this on one side

Really is THAT from the thoroughbred side so… I mean we are dealing with already a quarter of a horse remember… How much less can we get? (bad joke on my part hardy har har)

If I went and rode one of those guys it would be a lovely example of what you can engineer in the horse world with any breed… But people like to generalize the Ranch style horses as not essentially dressage material (not going to go there because.. er they have a point). So I wanted to stick with as pure of a quarter as a quarter can be... Ugh um er...

My job is to ride, video, and represent the off breeds as best as I can… Laughing and pointing is fine by me if I cannot see it… Or hear it… Or sense it in a post… Actually just for my sensibilities, can we please refrain and only give backhanded compliments?

Like if you want to say, “That is some of the worst riding I’ve ever seen, and a trained monkey could do better.” Could you at least say it more like this, “Hi there, your riding is very different than anything I have ever seen … Have you thought about getting lessons from a trained monkey?”

Anywho, so I think of this guy when I think of my very youth with AQHA. Most of the very athletic big footed, big headed, and not always the most competitive at the newer more modern up and coming crawlers of the Western pleasure world type horses were by him.

Poco Bueno!

I rode and even started a few from this line, and I remember them being the more athletic and work minded horses of my short twenty years of saddle time. I also remember them having a stubborn streak a mile wide that was my first introduction to ask not tell ;)

Thank you, Spice! You taught me so much early on J

So when a friend of mine said I could ride her older style QH that reminded me of the athletic horses of my youth I jumped at the chance and even forgot my half chaps and breeches!

When I found out I would be hopping on to video no warm up (you know I leave those bloopers in for yur popcorn moments), and a saddle 1 ½ inch too small.. I said - ohhh could I!

This isn’t about perfection. This isn’t even about me making something out of myself. This is about me climbing aboard a horse standing still long enough just like it always has been.

Video to include middle of my ride on.. Then a rewind back to the start of the session at 9 minutes. Saddle nightmares abounding!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I totally loved a line from cotherhood. Someone in the hunter forum described themselves as still looking like a coked out lemur when he/she rode… I thought it pretty hilarious because there a times I look like a pot smoking sloth ;)

Cother:

Me:

“Huh? Whuh? Whats a medium…. *snort*, lengthen what? Duuuuudeee!”

I am watching my husband do pull-ups as we speak… Workout tonight? Naaaaah, I think I’ll vege in lala-blog-land.

Anywho, the latest and greatest love in my tv life is the show “Jockey”. Have you seen this show???!!!

It is now on netflix only two years late lol and I am totally hooked by these list of amazing things:

Number one! Jockeys have to be like 110 pounds

Number two! Jockeys have to like seriously be like 110 pounds

Number three! Like to ride horses and do their sport they have to be like only 110 pounds

There are other things, but this just boggles my mind. I begrudge my need to lose a few… Okay FINE, QUITE a few, but anyway I whine, moan, and basically sing angry songs in my head about the fact that I crave to eat cereal 10 times a day, and have pasta products as a main food group. I like soda and coffee, and then some tea to wash that down so basically any water that even thinks of hydrating this old flesh factory gets diareticted right back out. Healthy much!

I totally root for the old guys, and of course any of the lady jockeys! If the horses look even semi like my red bullet I yell at the tv shouting them to the finish line!

“Did you just see him bump?!”

“Weak riding…. WEAAAAAK RIDING!”

I try and act like I have a freaking clue, but really it’s such an interesting world with huge gambles… The only gamble in my house is if that sticky bun is gonna last another day.

One guy said he broke 30 bones! Another said he made like 6 million or something on a race! WOWOWOW!

Okay and because of this show I found another horsey love. I watched a dark mare run the track from last to win a breeders cup race and her LONG loping stride making it all look so easy… (chills) Anyway, I’d never heard of the mare but seeing that race I was super fan immediately… Little did I know that Zenyatta is quite the queen of racing including a horse of the year award… But all of that aside when I saw her notorious pre-race walk where she catlike jigs pointing her toes out like she is an incredibly dainty warrior… I was sold.

You can see it here J Not as jiggy but the long cat pointy toe walk is there.

She is quite the celebrity! She has her own facebook, diary updates, and her very own bronze statue at Santa Anita!… This lovely lady is also about to foal out and I can’t wait to see the first pics of the lil baby Zenyatta or Zenyatto ;)

I suggest you watchy watch this one (Jockeys) if you get the chance… It gives me some horsey pursuit perspective to be shoooore!

Moving on…

Okay, so I finally have come up with a way to identify the more Klassical versions of dressage… Whenever a trainer/clinician states they are “Classical” or especially MORE “Classical” than anyone who trains under the age of 50 years old, then you can use the following to identify when the ratio is more Klassictastical and majical then it is actual training J

So there is a big red line there that gives the reasonable amount of training to receive to put up with a “classical” approach.

If the clinician or trainer is on or above the line you are possible being taken by the charms of Sir Klassicalian!!!!

So examples…

Grey star = You are basic walk trot canter and trainer/clinician has an accent is male and trains from ground and you are in the no riding zone (buzzer sound)

Fakometer’s recommendation: Case klosed… Klassical!

Blue star= First level but has an accent and is male (pursed lips)

Fakometer’s recommendation: Too klose for comfort mate… Klassical!

Green= Congratulations you are doing something besides piaffe!

Fakometer’s recommendation: Good learnin ahead!

Red star= Extensions??!!!! Lots of room there for all kinds of Klassical tendencies…

Fakometer’s recommendation: Keep her trucking dressagiosa! You are gonna be somebody!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

I did another bit of the ole Zumba class again and tried a lil short 30 minute deal called boot camp where they unfortunately attempt to remain as close to the real thing as the class area will allow… I was sore from the “boot camp” workout for like… Well till now a week or so later.

I am posting my new video… Old news to me since it has been rah rah raining! For like ever out here… Can’t really complain since last years drought made hay the price equivalent of an anniversary diamond…

Er well if people would stop using it as patriotic art… Feed some animals and paint on a real poster board like normal people (shakes fist without much effort cause I’m still sore).

Anywho, Ginger is really coming along, well was at least she was before the deluge. The weather has really put a damper on all of my best laid plans to be somebody in 6-12 months but we have about 2 years stationed here and I don’t have a ton of thought to show immediately so… (cue music for Jeopardy… there let that play - on loop).

The video shows the attack of the evil miniature… He is short fat and rarely moves but... – Detour here.

The Red Bullet gets thusly named by me because after we had a pig visit the farm for a while and then disappear (er they eat stuff around here at farms… sorry) Gin seems to feel like the miniature that’s enclosure shares a fence line on one side of the arena is somehow related to the pig that used to end up in her shed eating her food and basically scaring the poop out of her and her neighbor… When he (the miniature we are talking about him again as ole what's his name but he tastes delicious is in piggy heaven) dares to move around in his own pen being that he is knee level and as wide as a 4 wheeler - there must be some ulterior motive to all of that tiny mouth eating he does on the grass! When he is not in the same spot the next go around of arena rail she demands to be able to stare.. Only that seemingly adds to the nerves about said killer pony and a couple of times we have left that side of the arena race horse style… Hey, she was bred for it remember!

So we have sorted it out to a degree, but there was the rain making rides days even weeks in-between causing the pony issue to be more issue than pony lately …. Guffaw!

No biggie, I ride at the far end for now trying to just focus on our connection… Oops, can’t fool the Red bullet and that evil pony has been more alive then fat sleepy/dead lately, “Whats his deal? Why can’t he just stay in his shed?” The Red bullet snorts this at me every other ride.

I see this'

But she sees this '

Sigh, “Look Ginger, he is a tiny menace to society. NO doubt he is planning the assignation of every quick and feisty redhead in the barn as well as something innocuous like world domination, BUT, and this is a big BUT! Ginger, are you listening? He is about the size of a golden retriever, and you have shown quite clearly I might add dear girl! That you can outrun him and with style.”

Another snort and we are in agreement moving forward, but it takes a few silent arguments of this nature to get the point made… ON both sides ;)

Now another phenomenon beside homicidal miniatures… My outward pointing toes (dun dun duuuuun Jaws music please). I am trying to remain loose in my seat but the parts that are supposed to tighten up seemingly are resistant to doing so much erm, work? And here I thought that my two Zumba classes would have put my riding level GP by now?!! Well at least PSG…. I mean I jumped around for an hour each for GOLDYLOCKSGYM sakes, and I demand results or I’m going to eat a cheeseburger right this instant! As well as last night.

But alas, the muscles are not enough, and the loose is becoming better, hence the loose is out weighing the strength… In time, in time (sigh sigh sigh grrrrrr jump jump- bootcamp pushup pushup zumbaaaaaaaaa).

Video to include my entire blog but in 10 minutes… Yes, you could have skipped to this part instead of listening to me blather but you are either related to me or I have asked you recently to read my blog and you feel obligated in some way to actually do it.